Out West by Leonard M HawkesA bitter wind—
Cold Northeaster
Out of Idaho
(Some things don’t change)
So, we turned in early—
Ground beds—
Comfortable enough—
You once more
Beside me—
Lying in frigid darkness—
Gibbous moon hung
Weakly over Salt Creek—
And in spite of proximity,
Sharing still that warmth
That came from two.
04/15/2010 Author's Note: Memory of Little Mountain
Posted on 04/15/2010 Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
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